I have a band (pictures and videos coming soon maybe)

Amazing, right? We're called The Strangers.
Anyways, I should have probably done this before I bitched about memorizing lyrics, BUT ITS MY BLOG SO SHUT UP AND LET ME TELL YOU WHO'S IN IT.
First off, we have Simon on the drums, he's very loud and has super-human guitar hero skills.
Then there's Dean on the bass guitar, he's quiet sometimes and has VERY long and warrior-like hair.
Also there's Kyle, who's real name really isn't Kyle, because he no longer possesses the ability to manipulate sea turtles and large sums of money, and it is at this point that people who don't understand many of these in-jokes will start to lose the point of this post.
Oh, and I almost forgot me, I'm Sort've Irrelevant and I'm going to be singing for you tonight.

An assload of couplets

Love is lovely, us lovely two.
If I weren't loving, I wouldn't know you.

Death is darkly, shadows in blue.
Matter-of-factly, snarling true.

In this dark my chamber burrows.
My enemies research me, dangerously thorough.

I give you what, what was sent to me.
My friend is my enemy's enemy.

Basilisk, toad, owl, cat, broom.
Magic, lily pad, lily toad, bloom.

I absolutely HATE rain

This post should be understandable if you're one of the millions of billions of people who have experienced the idiotic masterpiece known as rain. If you hate rain as much as I do, don't read on.
But, if you're one of the lucky few who have never experienced the freezing chill, deafening sound and unsavory smell of rain, I highly suggest you read on, and uncover the shrill, creeping, inevitable unpleasantness that is rain.

The unbearable, infinite sorrow that lies in the aftermath of rain.

As you all can tell from the inclosed picture, rain leaves behind as much chaos as there was while it was raining down from the clouds. This damp, cold, dirty tundra that we are forced to trudge through after every session of rain is actually worsened when you're trapped in the tiny claustrophobic box that is better known as a car. 

This should be avoided if possible. 

Also, the unbearable patter of rain on roofs everywhere has the truly despicable side-effects including, but not limited to; paranoia, blurry photographs, shiny eyes and wide-open mouths. 

Me! (from today in my hotel room)

Because you demanded it (apparently)